On a train, again

I find myself on these cross country journeys often. In various trains. From small stations. So small their names barely fit into the station. Ghostless and with trains stopping rarely.

Yet again on a train. Won’t be in London till perhaps well past midnight. To go back to the utter mediocrity of my life. And yet. I am soothed.

By sleepiness and by the gentle strumming of a man with a guitar. A woman sits next to him and they’re singing together. In harmony. With the sort of combination of shamelessness and talent that a lot of us aspire to.

On trains I frequently find myself. In people and places that I don’t even know the names of.

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Is it the ‘nameless’ station that talks or the soothing emptiness of being comforted by a strangers music…or is it my life itself.

And the journey that i am on. In alien lands. Striving. Yet soothed. By strange men. And women. And the music. On you tube.

I dont know what about this post that resonates with me. But in the mediocrity of the life that i live, there are bright moments indeed. And thats when the heart skips a beat, the head nods in agreement. The eyes grow moist for no seeming reason. When reading a post like this.

“With the sort of combination of shamelessness and talent that a lot of us aspire to.” Perhaps.